1923Paulette Saludes convicted on March 8, 1923 in New York City of murdering insurance
broker, Oscar Martelliere; newspapers noted the new trend of juries beginning
to ignore what the press called “the I am a woman defense”

1935Alice Wynekoop
convicted on March 8, 1935 of murder of daughter-in-law, Rheta.

1951Martha Beck,
serial killer, executed on March 8, 1951. With her partner she murdered 2 women
and a little girl.

1954Constance
Fisher murders three children on March 8, 1954; found insane and placed in an asylum; released from asylum after 5
years; rejoins husband, kills 3 children conceived after release from asylum in 1966.

1986Joan Hensley
Davis; husband James H. Hensley, dies on March 8, 1986 of arsenic poisoning on
March 8, 1966

1991Beverly Allitt attempted to murderKayley
Desmond (then one year old) on March 8, 1991 but the child was
resuscitated and transferred to another hospital, where she recovered.Allitt,English
serial killer, was convicted of murdering four children, attempting to murder
three other children, and causing grievous bodily harm to a further six
children

2012Stephanie Lazarus, ex-LAPD
detective, was convicted on March 8, 2012 of first-degree
murder for the 1986 killing of her ex-boyfriend's wife. Patrick Healy reports.

Some readers of The Unknown History of MISANDRY may suspect that since this article was
published on a feminist website that it is going to have a misandric social
engineering slant. This is not the case. The
Good Men Project editors were kind enough to publish it, so we were happy
to offer this information to the male and female feminist readers who read the The Good Men Project website.

Monday, September 24, 2012

FULL TEXT: New York, March 8. – For the third time within a
few weeks, the defense “I am a woman” has failed in a murder trial in New York
and vicinity, and today Mrs. Paulette Saludes, pretty French woman of thirty,
is lying in the Tombs awaiting a sentence of from 20 years to life imprisonment
for the killing of Oscar M. Marttelliere, insurance broker.

Mrs. Saludes made a spectacular attempt to kill herself by
taking arsenic and cutting her wrists as she was led across the Bridge of Sighs
after hearing the verdict, but did not hurt herself much, the prison physician
decided, later, when she attempted to smash her head against her cell wall, she
was bound to her cot. Her condition was not serious. It was reported last
night. She was hysterical, however, crying out in French to be permitted to
die.

New York had almost become accustomed to seeing women have
killed men turned loose. There were Nan Patterson, who was accused of killing
Caesar Young; Mrs. Jack DeSaulles, the pretty Chilean, who slew her husband;
Mme. Jacques LeBaudy, who killed her mate, “the emperor of the Sahara,” and
many other cases.

~ Same Old Defense. ~

Mrs. Saludes’ lawyer, who had pleaded “emotional insanity,”
the old plea that freed many women in this jurisdiction, stated plainly in his
defense that his client’s chief defense was really “I am a woman” inferring
that a woman whose love has been scorned and trampled by a man, as Mrs. Saludes
claimed had been done to her by Martelliere, should not be held responsible for
killing him.

While the pretty little French woman stood up unflinchingly,
at first, to hear the verdict against her, another woman, the widow, holding
tightly to her flaxen haired six year old daughter, who had been made an orphan
by Mrs. Saludes’ pistol, slumped down and cried, but looked pityingly at the
convicted woman as she was led away to the Tombs. Mrs. Marteilliere would not
talk about the verdict.

New york has shown unusual interest in the Saludes trial,
both because of its spectacular and dramatic incidents and also by reason of
the recent conviction of murder of two other women who killed men. They were
Mrs. Lillian Reizen, who killed Dr. Abraham Glickstein, in Brooklyn, and Mrs.
Ivy Gilberson, who killed her husband at Tom’s River, N. J. the city now looks
forward to the trial of Mrs. Mary Wells, pretty housekeeper at the Massapaqua
Inn on Long Island, who is charged with killing Captain James Pettit, proprietor
of the inn.

Bernice
Zalimas was tried and convicted for the murder of her husband. The conviction
was regarded as an extraordinary event in Chicago, where it was almost impossible
to get a jury to convict an attractive woman of murder.

On
appeal the conviction was overturned and prosecutors chose to try her a second
time. This time she was acquitted due to the extraordinary actions of her
attorney. See:

PHOTO
CAPTION (Article 1 of 4): The doctor's certificate held the death of Dominick
Zalimas, 38, of Chicago, was due to natural causes. But friends insisted upon
an autopsy, and the funeral was halted and the post-mortem examination made. It
revealed a heavy dose of poison, evidently placed in his food, had killed him.
His wife, Mrs. Bernice Zalimas, 23, was arrested for his murder. She protests
her innocence.

FULL TEXT (Article 2 of 4): Chicago, May 11. – The notion
that Cook county can produce no beauty-proof juries has been exploded with the
sentencing to 14 years in the penitentiary of Mrs. Bernice Zalimas, “the lady
with the classic profile and the rose-bud mouth.”

When Mrs. Zalimas appeared in court for trial last week,
charged with poisoning her husband, it was apparent that her defense would be
the same as that which has proven so successful for “lady killers” in the past.
She was in the mode. She had engaged a dressmaker as well as an attorney.

On one side was Mrs. Zalimas and her beauty set off with a
complete change of costume daily. On the other side was the prosecutor with a
logical sequence of facts. He showed that Bernice had quarreled with her
husband; that he had threatened to divorce her for intimacy with another man;
that she had threatened to poison him; that she had purchased poison; that her
husband had died and that poison was the cause of his death. Motive,
opportunity and the fact that crime had been committed were the pillars of the
state’s case.

The jury found Mrs. Zalimas guilty in 45 minutes and she was
sent back to her boudoir in the county jail, the first murderess in years whose
beauty had meant nothing to 11 good men and true.

FULL TEXT (Article 3 of 4): Chicago, May 23. – You seriously
wonder whether there can really be a soul stirring in the depths of Mrs.
Zalimas here.

That is the impression you get after talking to her in the
jail, where she is being held preparatory to going to the penitentiary for 14
years for slaying her husband by poison.

Plump, blond and suave, she is the last of the season’s
“arsenic widows” who for one reason or another sought to rid themselves of
husbands without due process of law.

Bernice, in her gingham jail garb, is rather mad at the way
the law has treated her.

She had rather expected to go free and join the female band
of 32 who have killed and escaped during the past five years. Instead she finds
herself as No. 14 in the coterie which has been convicted.

They found a pound of arsenic in the loft of the Zalimas
home shortly after Dominick, the husband, died.

Bernice was at his bedside when the end came and wept many
tears.

There was another man for possible motive and some insurance
and money in a strongbox, the State claimed in evidence at the trial.

Bernice affected bewilderment over the charges and shook her
strawberry locks to perplex the jurors.

They were scarcely influenced. Instead of the pleaded rope
they gave her half a normal lifetime behind bar and key.

If a man had done what Bernice has been found guilty of
doing the case would be of but little interest.

But Bernice is interesting because she typifies the order of
the day.

When they found her guilty she pretended a few hysterics and
then settled back into the shell from which she has since failed to emerge.

In jail she laughs and is voluble in sing-song denials of
guilt.

The husband whose life was taken by the arsenic paste
intended for rats, never seems to cross her memory.

She thinks, rather of the crowds and smart dresses she wore
last year and the society which accepted her, much after fashion of receiving a
gladiator or court fool into its midst, because Bernice provided pleasure.

She cannot distinguish that her ambition to become a part of
the city’s circles of culture, wealth and refinement was doomed to failure.

She does not know that she was smiled on not as an equal,
but as a superb animal.

She only knows that she should say “It is horrible. I did
not do it.”

Kipling once wrote about the rag and the bone and the hank
of hair – the woman who did not and could not care.

He should have been Bernice, the well-groomed animal, trying
to catch a glimpse of her reflected self in the window of a jail – thinking of
such things in the midst of dramatic trouble.

Or
fifteen years of hard labor in the penitentiary, coarse clothing, coarse food,
sodden drudgery scrubbing floors by days, and hideous, .endless nights locked
up alone in an. iron cell.

Mrs.
Bernice Zalimas, beautiful blonde cloak model, sat trembling a few weeks ago in
a Chicago courtroom, wondering which of these two alternatives would be her
fate.

She
had already been once convicted of poisoning her husband, but had protested her
complete innocence to the last, and had persuaded her attorney, Eugene McGarry
that she really was being made the martyr to another woman’s jealousy.

His
faith in her had caused him to move heaven and earth for a new trial—and at
last he had obtained it.

But
now the second trial seemed on the verge of going against her, as the first
had.

The
State had ruled up circumstantial evidence that seemed overwhelming, and the
prosecuting attorney had depicted her as a beautiful fiend, a cruel,
calculating, deliberate murderess, who deserved neither pity nor mercy.

The
faces of the jurymen were hard and cold. After the death of her husband, an
autopsy had revealed traces of arsenic in his stomach. The State contended that
she had killed him by putting a poisonous cleaning powder, containing arsenic,
in his food.

The
defense insisted that Dominic Zalimas had died from natural causes, and that
tin arsenic found in his stomach was nothing more than the traces of a medicine
he had been taking of his own volition, pills containing small quantities of
arsenic, frequently prescribed as a tonic.

But
the case seemed to be going against her. Vainly Attorney McGarry argued that
the amount
of arsenic discovered in Zalimas’ body could not have killed anybody.

To
convince the jury, he took up a little bottle containing the pills which the
defense contended had been found in the vest pocket of the dead man, and said
that he proposed to swallow some of them then and there, as proof of his
sincerity in saying they were not dangerous.

Harold
Levy, Assistant State’s Attorney, leaped to his feet and stopped him. “That’s
no good,”
he cried, appealing to both judge and jury. “We do not contend that those pills
killed him, or could hurt anybody. We contend that he was poisoned by this box
of powder. We have it here, and we know it is a deadly poison. Let Mr. McGarry
eat some of that, if he dares!”

The
prosecuting lawyer had no idea that Attorney McGarry would “take” the dare. It
was just his way of clinching an argument. But McGarry’s “Irish” was up, as the
saying goes. In addition, lie had absolute faith in the innocence of his
beautiful client.

And
in addition to that, he had been making a careful scientific study of the
affects of arsenic.

He
had learned that it was a deadly poison, but that it did not kill except when
taken in a larger quantity than even the prosecution alleged Mrs. Zalimas had
put in her husband’s food.

“Why
don’t you eat some of the powder that killed him?” taunted the lawyer for the
State. McGarry glanced at his fair client, who was sobbing.

He
looked at the jury, and saw from their faces that they felt the prosecution had
scored a point.

His
offer to take the pills from the bottle had been a boomerang that the
prosecution had cleverly turned against him.

Suddenly,
before the judge or bailiffs could stop him, he seized the paper box of powder
from the table, poured out a large spoonful into the palm of his hand, and
gulped it down!

The
judge had risen in his seat with astonishment. The prosecution was
thunderstruck. Some of the jurors laughed hysterically – and others turned
pale.

Mrs.
Zalimas, whose bend had been bent forward in her hands, screamed and seemed to
be about to faint, when she realized what had happened. McGarry, after
swallowing the poison, stood with beads of perspiration breaking out on his
forehead, and said, quietly:

“I am
sorry I had to do that. This powder was intended for cleaning purposes. I think
it is possible
that it may make me very sick, but I insisted to you, gentlemen of the jury,
that it would not produce death. I sincerely believe that. And there was no
other way to prove to you that I had the courage of my convictions.”

The
attorneys for the prosecution, pale and startled, but busily whispering, were
soon on their feet, claiming that Mr. McGarry’s gesture was “improper
pleading,” but the judge let matters proceed.

And McGarry, after drinking half a glass of water, took his
stand before the jury, and began
his final argument to save his client. It was a long, impassioned plea. He
became so eloquent that judge, jury and spectators almost forgot that they were
listening to a man who had just voluntarily taken poison, and who stood before
them even with the poison working in his veins.

At
the end of about twenty minutes, in the midst of a long, emotional sentence,
the lawyer’s
knees suddenly sagged and his face turned deadly pale. He clutched at the
railing of the jury box, to prevent himself from falling to the floor.

The
courtroom was in a hubbub of excitement. Physicians rushed forward. “He’s going
to die,” exclaimed a juror. “It’s horrible.”

The
doctors were all for stopping the proceedings and carrying the attorney into an
anteroom and using a stomach pump on him immediately to save his life. But he
was still able to speak, and forbade it.

“My
client’s future is at stake,” he said. “I still insist that I was right, and I
insist on going on. I do not feel any pain. I think I collapsed merely from
nervousness and exhaustion.”

The
whole thing was so unusual, and so much hung in the balance, that the judge
still allowed matters to proceed. A man who had taken such a dramatic risk to
prove himself right, should have the privilege of going through with it if he
could.

McGarry
recovered his self-possession presently, and began the continuation of his
final plea. When it was over, he refused to leave the courtroom, for fear it
would give the prosecution a chance to suggest that he had rid himself of the
poison with an emetic. He sat through it to the bitter end.

“I am
certainly not comfortable,” he said, “but I am sure that it won’t kill me.”

The
judge’s charge was brief, and the jury’s deliberation was even briefer. In a
very, short time they were back in the courtroom with a unanimous verdict of
“not guilty!”

Mrs.
Zalimas broke down completely from joy.

“I
owe my life and freedom to you,” she cried, and covered the lawyer’s hand with
kisses. It was one of the most dramatic moments that had ever occurred in a
modern courtroom.

McGarry
didn’t wait for many congratulations.

Accompanied
by two physicians, he hurried from the courthouse – and what they did afterward
was nobody’s business.

The
sensational acquittal was the culmination of one of the most dramatic criminal
cases the Middle West has known in years.

The
beautiful defendant had known the shame and misery of actual imprisonment, for
following her conviction in the first trial, she was locked up for weeks in the
Cook County jail. She had escaped being sent immediately to the penitentiary
and hard labor, because of the appeal which was pending.

“I
knew God would take care of me,” she exclaimed in her cell, on the night when
news was brought to her that a new trial had been granted, and that she would
be temporarily released on heavy bail.

“I
knew that this would happen, for I am innocent, and I felt the Lord would hear
my “prayers. I shall be so happy to be out of prison,” she continued at that
time, “but I shall be sorry just the same to leave the babies.”

“What
babies?” the reporters demanded, “We didn’t know you had any babies.”

The
jail matron explained that Mrs. Zalimas had assumed the role of foster-mother
to two little babies whose mothers were in the same jail, and ill. One of the
babies was three months old, and the other only five weeks.

That
the action of Attorney McGarry was unparalleled in dramatic courage, is
conceded by his fellow members of the bar. He himself is inclined to make light
of it, declaring that he had made a careful study of the effects of arsenic,
and was convinced that no matter how ill the poison made him, he was in no
actual danger of succumbing. Had he become violently ill, as in apparent
danger, the court would have insisted on an emetic or stomach pump, and the
demonstration would have injured rather helped his fair client, but he took
that chance.

[“Why the Lawyer Ate Poison to Save His Lovely Client – The
Desperate and Dramatic Gesture that Startled the Court Room and Won His Case
When Every Other Expedient Had Failed.” The Salt Lake Tribune (Ut.), Jun. 13,
1926, p. 2]

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Loy Finly, the biggest mangina in the universe, calls The
Wrongarians and thanks them for their support against the Patriarchy.

***

We willfully push against your misogyny.

Werecognise your inchoate intellects.
We object to your existence.
We neuter your lies with truth.
We gather as one.
We abhor your motivation.
We rally for all women.
We internalise and oppress the inner-male.
We absolve no men.
We never sit when a woman enters the room.
We sit to wee.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Feminists continue to treat violence by women as a
non-existent phenomenon. Feminists use “theories” based on Marxist notions to
argue that violent women are victims of an all-powerful“patriarchy,” and unlike other grown-ups
(men), these persons cannot he held responsible for their character and deeds: even when it
involves the battery, bludgeoning, hacking, stabbing, poisoning, shooting,
maiming, dismembering, torturing of one or many women, girls, boys or men.

***

In the area of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia posters
promoting the treatment of men as human beings with civil rights have garnered
hostility by professional feminists, based at Monash University. An
organization calling itself the National Union of Students, which has a
“Women’s Department” but, apparently, has no Men’s Department, produced a video
in response to the posters’ promotion of integrity in examining domestic
violence. It is called “In My Own Voice,” and features men holding up signs bearing slogans focusing on violence against
adult females, but ignoring violence against girls, boys and adult males.

Excerpt from: NUS Women's
Department: The blog of the National Union of Students Women's Department

"The men’s rights movement has come to our Australian
universities. Here they call themselves ‘A voice for men’ and use incorrect*
statistics to claim, among other things, that domestic violence is half the
fault of women.

"If the ‘A voice for men’ group don’t speak for you then
speak for yourself! Around Australia male university students are standing up
and rejecting false claims about domestic violence and violence against women."

Friday, September 14, 2012

FULL TEXT (Article 1 of 2): Uruma, Okinawa
— It’s been a year since 8-year-old Jordan Peterson died from injuries
allegedly inflicted in a beating by his stepfather at his off-base home in
Uruma.

But it was just last week that Jordan’s real dad found out his son
was gone.

“You can’t believe my shock,” Damion Peterson said Monday in
a telephone interview from his San
Antonio home. “All in one day a friend said he had
information that the military on Okinawa had investigated the possibility that Jordan
was abused. And then I called my ex-mother-in-law to find out about the abuse
and she tells me he’s been dead for a year.”

That was April 7. A Google search of his son’s name then
brought home the horrible truth.

Peterson’s sister found a series of stories in Stars and
Stripes that detailed Jordan’s death and the arrest — and later release —
of the boy’s stepfather, Roberto Deleon, by Japanese police who alleged the
child was beaten to death.

“My brother was devastated,” Marlo Saenz said. “The divorce
was horrible, but he had always hoped to see Jordan again. He was the sweetest
little boy.”

Peterson, 32-year-old former airman now living in Texas, said he had been
estranged from his ex-wife for four years and she refused to let him have
contact with his son during most of that time. He said she left him while they
were living in Germany and
he lost the ability to have Jordan
for the summer visitations spelled out in their divorce decree.

“I was single, living in the dorms,” Peterson said. “I
couldn’t keep him with me.”

He said he continued to have child support taken out of his
paycheck, but had infrequent phone contact.

“She’d tell me Jordan did not want to talk to me,”
he said.

When Peterson transferred back to the States and was
discharged, he remarried. He now has a son and a daughter, ages 2 and 1, and
was hoping to work out visitation with Jordan
when his ex-wife, Staff Sgt. Sabrina Deleon, returned from a three-year tour on
Okinawa that began in 2004.

Peterson said the last time he saw his son was just before
the boy’s mother left for Okinawa.

In the week that followed the discovery of his son’s death,
Peterson and other family members have been busy seeking information about what
had happened. He said he called his ex-wife in Maryland
— she is now assigned to Dover Air Force Base in Delaware — but the calls turned into
arguments and her phone has since been switched to an unlisted number.

Stripes was unable to contact Sabrina Deleon.

Peterson also said he spoke to Roberto Deleon before the
number was changed, but he wasn’t sure who he was at first. Peterson had not
known that his ex-wife, who had remarried a man named Brown after their
divorce, had gotten another divorce and had remarried on Okinawa.

“He yelled and cussed me out,” Peterson said of Roberto
Deleon, 26.

~ ‘Through the cracks’ ~

Peterson said a friend who worked on child welfare cases at
a base in Texas told him April 7 that he had seen files from the Air Force on
Okinawa that showed “multiple abuse and neglect cases filed against [his
ex-wife and Roberto Deleon] by the Family Advocacy Clinic on Okinawa.”

“But somehow the military allowed my son to fall through the
cracks because they lived off base,” Peterson said.

Citing privacy rules, the Air Force and Department of
Defense Dependents Schools officials have repeatedly declined to comment on
whether any reports of abuse were made to them prior to Jordan’s death.

One abuse complaint was filed with Japanese authorities in
November 2006, when an Okinawan woman found Jordan wandering barefoot and
shirtless, dressed only in shorts, a few blocks from his Uruma home. She said
the boy was bruised and told her he was running away from home. She took him to
a store and bought him some clothes, but he refused to wear them, telling her
that his stepfather would not allow him to wear anything new.

The woman, Hisa Uechi, now 23, called the Okinawa
prefectural police, who questioned the boy. But he refused to speak and Jordan
was handed over to his mother.

“It seemed neither
the Okinawa or military authorities would do
anything for him,” Uechi said at the time.

A year later, Jordan’s death still affects her.
On April 11, she left flowers outside the house where the boy once lived.
Observing the first anniversary of a death is an important Buddhist-influenced
Japanese tradition.

“I just wanted to let him know that he is still remembered,”
she said.

~ A new family occupies the house. ~

“There was no trace at all that Jordan once lived there,” Uechi
said. “It was like his existence was completely and quietly wiped away.”

She said she shed tears of joy when she learned that Jordan’s
biological father and his family are seeking justice for the young boy.

After Jordan’s
death, the director of the Okinawa Prefectural Department of Health and Welfare
admitted her office failed to properly investigate the November 2006 abuse
report.

“We should have gone to his home and checked up on him,” the
director told Japanese reporters last July. “It might have saved his life.”

Damion Peterson is working to ensure the case does not fall
through the cracks again. He has contacted his congressman to look into the
matter and has confirmed with the U.S. District Attorney’s office for the
Eastern District of Maryland that Jordan’s death is being
investigated.

~ Roberto Deleon remains the prime suspect. ~

Deleon was alone with the boy April 11, 2007, when he called his wife and
said Jordan
had stopped breathing. His wife rushed home with a military ambulance in tow
and the child was taken to the U.S. Naval Hospital on Camp Lester, where he was
pronounced dead about two hours later.

An autopsy showed he had a massive loss of blood from
internal injuries, according to Okinawa
police, who arrested Deleon on May 16 on suspicion of causing the injuries that
resulted in the boy’s death.

But on June 6, Deleon was released with no charges filed.
Hirokazu Urata, the deputy chief prosecutor for Okinawa,
said there was not enough evidence to prove Deleon was responsible.

“The autopsy showed he died from the shock of excessive
bleeding caused by recent damage to the liver,” Urata said when Deleon was
released. “A criminal act was highly probable, but there is insufficient evidence
the suspect inflicted the fatal injury.”
The military had no jurisdiction over Deleon, a civilian, and Air Force
investigators forwarded their case files to the U.S. Justice Department.

The Military Extraterritorial Jurisdiction Act, passed in
2000, treats as a federal crime any acts committed outside the United States
that would have been considered felonies if committed on federal lands in the
U.S. The cases can be tried by any federal court.

In a message to Texas Rep. Nick Lampson, Peterson said the autopsy performed at
USNH showed Jordan
had a lacerated liver “and ruled the case a homicide with the stepfather as the
only suspect.”

“I was not even notified of the murder,” Peterson wrote to
Lampson. “His mother hid it from me for a whole year...

“She changed her address several times over the years; she
has retained at least three different last names in the past three years and
refused to keep me updated about my son’s whereabouts, as she was ordered to do
per our divorce decree.”

“I paid child support for Jordan
until he disappeared into Japan,”
Peterson said Monday.

“We tried several times to get a current address. We even sought the help of
the Veterans Administration, but we couldn’t locate her and she never called us
— not even about the funeral. Finally, I just felt I’d have to wait until Jordan
was older and could see me on his own and I could apologize for the lost years
and tell him how much I loved him.”

Jordan’s
obituary in the local newspaper made no mention of his father, who visited his
son’s grave on the one-year anniversary of his death.

Peterson went there with several other family members,
including his 2-year-old son, Israel.

“I stayed there for two hours,” he said. “Israel looks so much like the engraving of Jordan
on the headstone that I broke down. I didn’t want to leave.”

FULL TEXT (Article 2 of 2): Baltimore, Md. – U.S. District
Judge Richard D. Bennett sentenced Roberto E. DeLeon, age 28, of Glen Burnie,
Maryland today to 30 years in prison, followed by five years of supervised
release, for the murder and assault of his stepson while the family was
stationed in Japan. DeLeon was convicted by a federal jury on October 22, 2009.

The sentence was announced by United States Attorney for the
District of Maryland Rod J. Rosenstein; Brigadier General Dana Simmons,
Commander Air Force Office of Special Investigations; and Special Agent in Charge
Richard McFeely of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

"Robert DeLeon has been held accountable for the
senseless murder of his 8-year-old stepson Jordan Peterson in Japan, where
Jordan's mother was serving in the U.S. Air Force," said U.S. Attorney Rod
J. Rosenstein." Although the murder did not occur on a U.S. military base,
federal law allows us to prosecute persons who accompany our Armed Forces for
crimes committed in foreign countries."

According to the evidence presented at the three week trial,
Jordan died on April 11, 2007, as a result of internal bleeding due to a
laceration of his liver caused by blunt force trauma to the abdomen. The injury
is consistent with a hard punch to the stomach—a type of punishment and
discipline DeLeon would inflict upon Jordan, according to trial evidence.
Jordan was 8 years old, 3 feet 11 inches, and weighed 52 pounds at the time of
his death.

At the time of Jordan's murder, DeLeon was the husband of a
member of the U.S. Air Force assigned to Kadena Air Base in Japan. DeLeon had
joined her and her two children on a tour of duty. The evidence at trial showed
that, very soon after DeLeon moved into the family home, he began to assert
disciplinary authority over the children. Jordan, in particular, received the brunt
of DeLeon's strict and stern measures.

Evidence of the abuse of Jordan, going back to September
2006, came from testimony provided during the trial by physicians, family
advocacy personnel, teachers, and neighbors, who had contact with and observed the
injuries to Jordan. At the time of Jordan's death, DeLeon was in counselling
with the Family Advocacy Program on base because of the severe punishment he
inflicted upon Jordan.

According to evidence presented at trial, after the
defendant returned to Japan from a brief visit to the United States in March
2007, DeLeon began a new form of abuse: making the young boy stand with his
arms outstretched while DeLeon punched him in the stomach as hard as he could.

Evidence established that the fatal blow to Jordan's abdomen
was likely inflicted upon Jordan sometime between the night before and the
morning of his death. Later that morning, Jordan complained to his stepfather
that his stomach, abdomen, and groin hurt; of blurry vision; dizziness; and an
inability to eat. At one point, Jordan was slumped over the sink. Emergency
medical personnel arrived at about 12:56 p.m. to find Jordan with no vital
signs. Despite the efforts of medical personnel to revive the young boy,
doctors pronounced him dead at about 2:00 p.m.

The medical examiner performed the autopsy and testified at
trial. The autopsy revealed that in addition to the lacerated liver, there were
numerous other injuries to Jordan's body including: deep bruises on the
buttocks in caused by a belt or strap, bruising on his thigh, multiple bruises
to the chest consistent with forceful finger poking, and bruising on the wrist
and forearm, consistent with being grabbed. The bruises on the buttocks
inflicted a few days prior were the basis of the assault charge in the
indictment.

United States Attorney Rod J. Rosenstein commended Assistant
United States Attorneys P. Michael Cunningham and Paul E. Budlow, who
prosecuted the case.

[“Husband of U.S. Airman Sentenced to 30 Years in Prison for the Murder
of His Stepson in Japan, Law Enacted in 2000 Authorizes Prosecution for
Overseas Crimes,” United States Attorney's Office, District of Maryland,
Press Release, Jan. 6, 2010]

Monday, September 10, 2012

The video by Karen Staughan (“GirlWritesWhat”) of a talk
given on April 27, 2013, is, in my view, perhaps the finest of all general
introductory presentations on the ethos and influence of “gender” ideology. It
deserves to be regarded as a canonical educational aid.

In other words it is a “must see.” (“Socialism in panties”
is hereby exposed!)

The talk was given at the annual NY Libertarian Party
Convention, Rhinecliff Hotel, Rhinecliff, NY.

Cases collected so far date from the second millennium BC to
the present and it includes serial husband-killers from 23 countries: Armenia,
Australia, Belgium, Brazil, China, Colombia, Czechoslovakia, England, Ethiopia
(Abyssinia), France, Germany, Hungary, Ireland, Japan, Maldives, Philippines,
Russia, South Africa, Sri Lanka (Ceylon), Spain, Switzerland, Thailand, United
States. A sub-category called Champion
Black Widow Serial Killers (four or more husband-murders) stands, at the
moment, with a count of 22.

SEE: Black Widow List on the sidebar for links to
individual cases.

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EDITORS NOTE from A
Voice for Men: Once again Robert St. Estephe has stepped to the forefront
and delivered that most potent of antidotes to the toxic legacy of cultural
self deception: The truth, organized and meticulously documented.

Derek Bedry, of Vancouver British, Columbia, Canada
demonstrates his superior abilities in playing the “culturally constructed
role” of mangina in these ways:

false accusation by association,

mendacity,

obsessive-compulsive poster scraping,

opposition to human rights,

political correctness

poor beard-grooming

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Other contenders nominated so far by AfVM commenters are:

Manboobz (David Futrelle)

Hugo Schwytzer

Ampersand

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This post will updated as the nomination season heats up.

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FURTHERMORE:

Bedwetter Bedry don’ know nuthin’! Whatta wuss.

Dang it fellers, I plum forgot to give a holler ‘bout this
little gal who had a real special way with stringin’ of a man for the real good
reason that he was a man, an’ doin’ it agin an agin an agin – by the name of Viktoria
Rieger.

Now, when you take a look at this story, how are you goin to
tell me (an’ the Happy Misgynist, too) that there is one single MRA out in there in patriarchyland
who doesn’t need to know-by-heart the name of Viktoria Rieger?

Thursday, September 6, 2012

According to feminist propaganda, men are inherently
victimizers and women are inherently victims. This is, in a nutshell, the philosophy of the now
dominant and increasingly domineering cult of feminism.

And that is the philosophy that stands behind laws and
policies that allow women to. More often that you might think, get away with
murder – and assault – and grand larceny – and false witness – and perjury –
and child abuse – and extortion – and kidnapping.

Feminists refuse to acknowledge sadism – the pure delight in
cruelty – that stands behind much of the violence perpetuated by women.
Feminism claims a goal of “equality” but instead promotes an agenda of absolute
license for women, excusing those women who are sociopaths with
rationalizations of the sort that belong to the deluded egos of those suffering
from personality disorders.

“The fraud of feminism,” a phrase that describes the biased
philosophy that claims unlimited privilege for the female sex, was coined in
1913, introduced in the shape of a book title by British writer Ernest Belfort
Bax, who was, ironically, a Marxist. The now fully institutionalized and
extremely well-fundedfraud of feminism continues – and grows
in scope and power. In recent decades we have seen the rise of a new form of
authoritarianism and inequality that has been dubbed “feminist governance.”

Deluded social engineers who are hopelessly addicted to
utopian “social constructionist” theories, who are ignorant of factual history,
and who are blind to reality are the “useful idiots,” the verbal storm
troopers, who advocate the violent State power that in reality serves the
interests of the ruling elite who fund their cynical blindered little careers
in “social change” propaganda dissemination.

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Violence by women is actively and aggressively covered up,
and in some respects even encouraged, by dogmatic ideologues who have, from an
early age, been indoctrinated with the Marx-Engels theory of patriarchy (which
was based on soon-to-be discredited anthropological research).

They believe that only by destroying the institution of the
co-parented natural family that their Utopian dream can be realized. They
accept the doctrine that the end justifies the means,” so the lie and lie and
lie …. all “for the “good of the collective.”

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Here are some select historical quotations from members of
the “inherent victim” sex that the gatekeepers do not want you to be aware of:

►Murder of a boy by Mrs. Gades, a mother in a child custody
dispute in 1905 ◄

“I hated to kill the boy, but I wanted to make his father
wretched.”

►Belle Gunness of Indiana, pictured above, was the most prolific of the Black
Widow Serial Killers who specialized in using “lonely hearts” personals to lure
the male victims she would systematically defraud of property, rob, poison and
batter with her axe. (1908) ◄

Here is the text of the ad that empowered Belle Gunness used
to lure her “heteronormative,” “white privilege,” “”male privilege” victims to
their deaths:

“Personal – Comely Widow, who owns a large farm in one of
the finest districts in La Porte County, Ind., desires to make the
acquaintanceship of gentleman with a view to joining fortunes. No replies by
letter will be considered unless the sender is willing to follow an answer with
a personal visit.”

“I loved Ernest
Frahm so much more than I did my husband that I would have done anything,
everything for him. He told me to kill my husband and poison my children. I did
what he told me to do — but it was he, he, he who made me do it.”

“I became furious,”
she said. “I remember buying carbolic acid in a drug store and then I hurried
around to the Markenfield and asked for Knudsen. When he came up the hall
to see me I dashed the acid in his face.” Mrs. Margaret Daig, twenty-five years
old, of No. 101 West Ninety-seventh Street, not only said she did it, but
said she was glad she did it.

“Why did you kill all these human beings?” asked the judge.
“They were men,” she answered. “I could not endure the thought that they would
ever put their arms around another woman after they had embraced me.” “But,”
the judge stammered, “you also murdered your own son.” “He had threatened to
betray me,” said Madame Renczi. “He was a man, too. Soon he would have held
another woman in his arms.”

The child said it and a moment later the husband heard his
wife’s voice, distinct and vindictive: “It seems that the only way I can get
ahead of you is to kill the child.” The receiver was hung up with a bang.

Mrs. Brucks killed her seven-month-old son because she
“hated boy babies,” “I didn’t mean to do it,” she cried. “I have an
uncontrollable temper and I beat him with my fists. I knew I should have
stopped but I couldn’t.”

It was a feminist murder
– committed in the heyday of post-1960s women’s lib and involving four adult
women and one 13-year-old girl, in a plot led by the wife of targeted
optometrist John Bradford. The motive, as expressed by one of the killers,
18-year-old optometry assistant Joyce Cummings: “All we wanted was an
all-female lab.” The pre-planned defense was to be a concocted self-defense by
a battered wife. The climax of the crime was when Priscilla Bradford ordered
her daughter (from a previous marriage) to beat her bloodied, but still-alive
step-father with the iron skillet, the iconic feminist weapon, on the head.